This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 Excerpt: ...dream. Where are they all? (Looks off L.) There's a light in the billiard room, and Marcus and Bess aie there. I'll?o to them (goes to I. E. L). No, how happy they look; should be in the way. Dear Bess; to-morrow takes her irom me, and gives her to another. May she be happy! She will never know my foolish fears for her ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 Excerpt: ...dream. Where are they all? (Looks off L.) There's a light in the billiard room, and Marcus and Bess aie there. I'll?o to them (goes to I. E. L). No, how happy they look; should be in the way. Dear Bess; to-morrow takes her irom me, and gives her to another. May she be happy! She will never know my foolish fears for her made so much mischief. (Goes slowly to chair at fireplace, stands with her hand on back of it, looking into fire.) And to-night 1 shall know all. Ah, Roy, my husband, you know not how those simple words comfort me. In their fulfilment I feel there is a power to lift a burden hard to bear. (Sits in chair, half turned to fire.) And to-night I dreamed of him--the outcast. (Soft music, Matt Winsor opens door c. softly, catches hold of side of doorway and steadies himself appears drunk.) I thought he appeared before me in all his rags, as once he came (matt staggers to ottoman near window, catches at top of it and steadies himself, eyes on the freplace), wretched as then, the same drunken look in his eyes. (matt staggers to table in same way.) Oh, how I trembled as he fixed his eyes upon me and said: Matt. Roy's wife (hic), how are you? May. Ah, 'tis he. (Sinks back into chair.) Matt. 'Scuse me. You did (hic) n't spect me. May. Oh yes, yes, you are very welcome: we have sought you--Roy has. I longed for you to come to tell you how sorry I am for the wrong I did you. Matt. No such thing (hic): you did me no wrong. I de (hic) ceived you, and you turned me out like a dog--a stray dog--just what I was. What right had I 'mong hones' folks. May. The right every man has to recognition when he attempts to shake off the shackles of habit, and be a man again. Matt. Jes' so; but you see it's no use (hic). I fell again. May. O Matt--Roy's comrade--tell me you...
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